Happy Birthday ND!
'Shindig'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Happy Birthday ND.
Hubby had an Incident Tuesday night that felt very much like one of his heart attacks, but it mellowed out enough that he decided to forego the ER. He went in to his cardiologist this morning, who confirmed that, yeah, mild infarction. Cardiologist said he can expect to have those for the foreseeable future.
I have a very private bet with myself on whether I'll be a widow by the time I turn 50 (two years). I haven't put anything down on either side yet, but it's on the mental books. I try not to think about ten years further down the line.
Theoretically, a breakthrough could occur. One for his joints would be nice, too. But I've known his funeral wishes for over a decade, and I've begun quietly thinking about how I'd pay for it. This isn't how I was expecting to spend my middle-age.
Shit, connie. I'm sorry.
Oh connie, how awful and scary. I really hope that a brilliant breakthrough will happen. There is so much hope for medical advancement. This is where I want my tax dollars to go.
{{{Connie}}}
Damn, connie. That is a hard thing to live with. Medical breakthroughs do happen, I have faith in that.
I'm sorry, Connie. That's rough for both of you. I hope you lose your bet.
I'm so sorry, Connie. Hoping for breakthroughs for you and your hubby.
Dittoing the thoughts and hopes for breakthroughs.